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I’m so messed up today…I kept thinking that today was August 1st. Nuh uh. It is July 31st, and on this day back in 1997, the fictional character of Harry Potter was born.

Just rented the latest Harry Potter movie through Netflix this past weekend. Yesterday I sat down to watch it. Four hours and forty minutes later, the movie was over. That was a very long movie, and it left things open for another movie. I wasn’t really crazy about this latest version. I think I just enjoyed the newness of the first movie and how exciting it was to have a train station with a secret platform titled 9 & 3/4 and to go shopping down an alley specifically for witches/wizards in training.

Anyway, I’m still ready for the next movie to come out, since now I have seen all four Harry Potter movies out there.

Well hey everyone. Hope you are all either having a good evening or happily dreaming. I’m about to get some sleep, but I was checking out some of my stats on Statcounter. I don’t usually check out the Keyword Analysis section, but thought I’d check it out tonight. Here are the most popular searches people put in a search engine and wound up on my blog:

Spaghetti Hippo was what ultimately caught my attention. I guess someone combined the two words? Well I did my own little search only in Google Images and couldn’t find an appropriate photo for this posting. So I made my own out of two other images.

It is almost over. It wasn’t unbearable, but people really made me irate today.

First thing: I’m going along, getting things done when my manager calls me on the phone from his office asking me in a chipper way how I’m doing. His tone annoyed me, but I chatted with him. He told me that last night someone taped a piece of paper to one of the stalls in the mens room and lit it on fire. A student apparently told my manager that the bathroom smells like charcoal. Okay, so that was mildly interesting. Then my manager asked me “So…aren’t you curious about last night?” Huh, no, actually I wasn’t. I guessed what he was talking about, but he had an eagerness to his voice that was equivalent to a fork being scraped down a chalkboard. For some reason he was thinking I was curious about how students acted last night when he went in to talk to them..”Aren’t you curious?” So I lied, “Um…okay…” Nothing was curious about the next things he said, pretty much describing the class and they were giving him blank looks. I know that look. Eventually he got off the phone with me.

Next thing: I took a trip to the spacious ladies room. Standing at the large mirror was the only woman who I really don’t like in that whole place. She is the manager of the department that nags me endlessly about artwork on the walls. She’s the leader, and she’s never happy about our department. As I walked into the area, ice froze on the walls and it wasn’t just coming from her. I’m positive I shot her a nasty look, but then I forced out a “Hello..” No response whatsofreakinever. Fine. See if I ever talk to you again. Not even worth the effort. But of course it bothered me that she didn’t greet me. Everything got to me today.

Then I went back to my office. It was popcorn day, and I had already had my share. But my manager brought me some anyway. Thank you. That’s lovely, really. Now shoo. He didn’t. He sat down and proceeded to talk to me all while shovelling gobs of popcorn into his mouth. Talking and chewing. Not chewing, swallowing all of it and then talking. No. I mean talking with food in his mouth. My aggravation was at a critical level. I should’ve told him to stop. What do you say? “Scuse me, swallow the damn food cuz I can’t understand a freaking word you’re saying.” I turned away to hide my erupting disdain, but he kept at it. He discussed stuff that didn’t make things any easier, and I snapped out a few things that had surfaced in my head. He had sensed that I was “on edge” so when he asked me, I told him stuff pertaining to the most recent topic that had happened last year. Long story. Then he finally realized that he’d been completely chowing down and talking at the same time, apologized (and this time my usual mousy phrase “That’s okay!” didn’t escape my lips) and then left.

Suddenly, my day started to look up. He left me alone for the rest of the day so that I could get some work done, I had a good workout session and now I’m peacefully tired.

Okay, I’ve been trying all morning to try and post a photo of the movie “The Breakfast Club” for its appreciation day, but Blogger doesn’t wanna play nice. So screw it.

(Later, at 6pm it finally let me post a photo. Disregard the embittered and cranky words in the beginning. Well…disregard if you want, but it’s up to you.)

If you haven’t seen this movie, you really should. It’s got some realistic moments in it, for the most part, but some moments made me stop and think “Aw, c’mon..give me a break.” I saw it for the first time when I took an adolescent psychology class. One of the best teachers I’ve ever had in psychology would show us some movies with an adolescent theme to it.

Here’s a little synopsis: “Five high school students from completely different backgrounds meet in Saturday detention, and the results change their lives forever.”

Well, I’m not quite sure their lives were changed forever, but the day they spent together definitely had an effect on them and forced them to confront their stereotypes and discuss peer pressure. It was a good movie, though, and it was funny and dramatic and the soundtrack was pure 80s including the song “Don’t You Forget About Me” by Simple Minds.

There is a scene in the movie where Ally Sheedy, the girl playing the so-called “basketcase” makes a sandwich for herself. Ah, but it isn’t just a regular sandwich. It was a Cap’n Crunch and Pixie Stix sandwich with a can of Coca Cola for her beverage. I am so curious to find out what that tasted like. For any of you who are just as curious, here is the recipe.

And now for some quotes:

Principal Richard Vernon: The next time I have to come in here I’m crackin’ skulls.

[Richard Vernon places magazine rack in front of door to hold it open]John Bender: That’s very clever, sir. But what if there’s a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career, sir.

John Bender: Uh… Dick, excuse me, Rich – will milk be made available to us?Claire Standish: I have a really low tolerance for dehydration.Andrew Clark: I’ve seen her dehydrate, sir, it’s pretty gross.

Richard Vernon: Don’t mess with the bull, young man. You’ll get the horns.

Brian Johnson (writing an essay): Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…Andrew Clark: …and an athlete…Allison Reynolds: …and a basket case…Claire Standish: …a princess…John Bender: …and a criminal…Brian Johnson: Does that answer your question?… Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.